As reported earlier I was looking forward to an energetic week filming for a TV series at the end of the month. Further to our sex tuition, we had another session, this time learning to move from stoned and trippy to psychotic and cannibalistic in less than a minute.
Filming was to be north of London at the usual inconvenient times so it made sense to arrange accommodation for His Dog and fins somewhere for One Man to rest between shoots. Nights would finish around 04:00, days around 22:00 or later. So it seemed sensible to book into a quiet and nearby campsite. A couple of days of indecision followed, trying to choose a tent that would stand up to potentially horrendous spring weather, a tent that would also be kind to my meagre bank balance. The tent arrived today.
It’s a shame that, while the tent was in transit, an e-mail arrived. In common with everything else on the planet virus fears have shut down filming on this series (and two others I was pencilled for). No sex or violence for One Man for the next few months.
It’s a nice tent though.
